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Corrputed Combat [ Anjeru/Sanoci]

Sanoci

Bloody Heart Shaped- Box
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
Buffalo fookin, New York
[ This will be the opening post to describe things mostly]

For three hundred glorious years of longevity, the infamous Akukai Ryu Temple has flourished with no visible notice of decay nor aging. Perhaps it has remained as monumental as expected from the accomplishments from an entity alien to their native realm. Known as the dark martial artist master, Zanji Kain, he has been lingering within human realm for over five hundred years, ascending to Deity status from his renowned tales that has otherwise separated him from all hand to hand combatants etched into history. A demonic being in reality, Kain has imprinted his legacy in the lands of Asia, often described as the epitome of greatness in terms of skill as a fighter. From the time he has gain the gaze from others, a temple was built to progress his teachings onto mortals, believing if no one could be a worthy competitor, molding the world of Martial Arts might as well become a goal.

The Akukai Ryu was built into the side of a one-hundred meter tall cliff side that slopes down north and the doors of the temple face exactly south. Around the doors is a massive grassy plain that stretches in a half circle, going out over two- hundred meters before it hits the tree line, there the tall grass meet a massive Pine Forest that stretches across the entire Valley for a good four miles before it meets Mountains. To the East of the temple at 1.3 Miles is what is called the Yukara Lake. The glacial waters are frigid temperatures all year round with a waterfall and a small creek that winds its way due south. West of the temple is five miles of Pine Forest but inside that forest lays a silent and forgotten graveyard with crypts that stretch two miles down into the earth. A vast honeycomb of tombs that reek with centuries of years of death and lost souls, the secrets of this Grave remain a mystery for a reason. North of the temple is the sloping Cliff Side and at the base a large stone pillar that has no markings or emblems on it. Made of simple stone it is a beacon of hope for many and the nameless reason it stands for, beyond it lays a field of boulders that reaches fifty meters before coming across more pine forest that stretches to the north wall of the valley.

Entry to the temple is generally difficult, crafted to have characteristics similar to the Shaolin Temple. This temple main hall is the first thing one enters and their eyes will set upon a massive marble Stair case that runs up the center of the hall, typically bringing newcomers into panic from how long it is for where their training is commenced in the early mornings. To the right is the Black Onxy dojo, where all its member receive training from headmaster Zanji. To the left are the barracks where all students rest, eat, and usually living at. Without question this is the environment where only the strong can be branded into such a place of excellence.

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Meditating silently at the front of the room, Zanji Kain was displaying his mental discipline as usual. A proper component towards his self regulation of strengthening oneself in a mental aspect, breathing in a slow but composed fashion, all the while maintaining complete silence and balance. When it came to appearance, he was distinguished as an individual who was abnormally large, possessing the physique of a bodybuilder, with a wide chest, broad shoulders, and mighty limbs comparable to tree trunks. He was attractive but aggressive by all rights, judging by facial features like his predatory crimson eyes, narrow nose, sadistic grin, and scars descending from above his eyebrows and lowered to the chin.

Demonic in essence, he bares serrated teeth which are distinct from mortals, pale skin tone identical to the dead and black spiky shoulder length that is fierce, yet wild. Towering at seven feet two, Kain is defined for his black karate ki outfit, ragged and worn like his numerous body scars to otherwise hint at his immortality. Stationary in meditation, he waited to see if any of his pupils would confront him, knowing one was likely itching for training.
 
Sachie Nakamura had been living at the temple for a number of years, under the watchful eye of the trainers; an adept fighter since her younger years, when she managed upon this place, she hadn't needed much training to reach the current standing knowledge of the other students. Now she was housed, and fed, and trained within the walls here. She had grown from a young girl into a mature woman with the walls- now she stood at five foot ten, weighed only one hundred and thirty five pounds, and had the figure any woman would be envious of. Long, golden threads of exquisite silk for hair, frighteningly sharp, deep forest green hue for eyes, thin, yet muscled limbs, flat, toned midriff, sharp shoulders, considerable bust and bottom; the epitome of beauty in a young woman who cared nothing for her looks but craved the unending knowledge that martial arts presented her with.

Sachie was quiet and meek when given her chores, her daily routine, though she was a fiery goddess when put into a martial arts match. She always gave it her all when put before a test to gauge her skills adequate or lacking. Though no more than a mortal woman, Sachie could hold her own against any man, though there was always the vague nagging in her mind that she could not handle Kain in all his glorious stature. She had no one left to look up to, to teach her ways of fighting, other than the greatest of all stationed here. That was Kai; perhaps, as she saw him meditating, it was time to take a step into the unknown and truly to test herself.

"Master Kain?" her soft voice inquired of him as she stopped politely before him. She bowed her head and seated herself upon her knees, folding her hands in her lap. She did not wish to break his concentration, or his meditation, as times of peaceful contemplatence could be hard to obtain at times.

"May I issue a challenge to you?" she hesitantly asked after a moment, her breasts straining for a moment against the black material of her gi; it was unlike a strong warrior to show hesitance. She could not appear weak to him, if she truly wanted to test herself against him.​
 
Though blissful in his sphere of meditation, Kain could immediately sense the faltering voice of one of his fellow students. Among the humans he taught for countless decades, Sachie Nakamura caught his attention as a combatant who was dedicated and in his opinion, quite attractive. Breaking his concentration, his crimson red hues glanced upon him. Personally he knew people reacted differently to his stare. Some were terrified of his demonic gaze, while others awe with interest to what most considered unknown to them. Addressing her in a powerful, but civil tone with a hint of his experience, Kanji Kain immediately spoke to his student.

" Nakamura-chan, I accept any open invitation towards anything combat oriented. Go to the left section of the dojo. As for the rest of my pupils, separate and position yourselves to the sidelines. This will be a treat for you loyal mortals."

For how long he has remembered, Kain has undoubtedly haven't had a spar in about a decade, recalling her only seeing a fraction of him in combat during her childhood. Sure there were periods where his infamous status was truly tested, yet invaders or in this case foreign challengers were a rarity for the rough journey to simply reach his temple even for those native of the land from below. Ascending from his prone position, Sachie would be towered by the almost inhuman stature of his shadow. A eager grin was drawn to his face, psych for the upcoming spar.

Motioning himself to the right, he was staying there rather calmly, before initiating a martial artist stance. For those who were high in the martial hierarchy, they would be personally familiar with the stance he was forging. Standing erect, he was facing her at a modified angle, all the while having his form tense. Next Kanji was bending his knees slightly to give him the proper balance and leverage. Raising both arms in a horizontal position, they were about six inches apart, hands in knife hand motion. Smirking, those who were senior students knew he was apparently not underestimating her, withdrawing to one of his ominous defensive stances, known as Side Clever Stance.

" Don't disappoint me, kid!"
 
{I apologize that my knowledge of martial arts is a little rusty; the terms and such elude me.}

Sachie was relieved for but a moment when he accepted her somewhat hesitant challenge; it was then that he towered over her that her relief was short lived. The students were quick to do as Kain commanded, lining along the sides to watch what would be an almost once in a decade clash. She, too, did as he commanded and positioned herself across from him accordingly, rising from the ground and moving into position nearby. He stood tall, towering well over her by more than a foot, his shadowing nearly encompassing her entire form.

"I don't plan to, Master Kain," she responded when he declared for her - the 'kid' - to not disappoint him. What she said was true, she had no intention of disappointing him though she knew there was a good chance that she could not stand up to such a great opponent. By no means was he like a mortal; she was only mortal, what could she really do against an opponent such as him?

He took his stance and seemed to mull in the defensive, his red eyes contemplative as they roamed over her. A deep breath as she tilted her head a moment to think of what she should do first off, when he stood across from her awaiting her attack. As she stared at him, she could not help but admire his masculine attractiveness. He was a great deal bigger than any man, wide in the shoulders, and with limbs as strong as trees; and yet, he stirred something deep within her womanly soul. He was by no means unattractive, quite the opposite. For his build and type, he was very attractive. She worried her lower lip with her teeth a moment, before she slid her legs apart, her right slightly behind the left. She pulled her arms in tight at her toned waist and studied a moment; if she waited, would he attack out of impatience, or should she take the initiative by dashing forward now? She decided on the latter and dashed forward on surprisingly fast feet.​
 
[ That's perfectly alright Anjeru. There a reason I'm playing the martial artist master. Just have fun with it and do whatever you think your character would do. Hell fight like FF7 Tifa if need a fight model.]

She initiated their spar by assembling a combat stance and within seconds launched towards him. Contrary to popular belief, the hulkish demon was not going to disrupt his defensive stance out of pure impatience. Discipline was necessary to ascend towards such a caliber in martial arts, something that mortals took years to achieve. Considering this was a deeply philosophical practice, a person of his longevity was capable of grasping such experience under his belt, a characteristic that was going to be bestowed during this rare spar. Upholding his principles from a century in partaking his entire form in martial arts, Kanji Kain kept a stern face as she dashed forward.

"Your speed is impressive, for a mortal Nakamura-chan!"

Despite the crude mortal comment, he was sincere in that statement. Nakamura-chan was a natural when concerning her athletic prowess. Truthfully her agility was one physical trait that thus far has forged an impression onto the demonic headmaster. He only prayed she was resilience, deciding it would be well worth testing her hand to hand capabilities. Maintaining his defensive stance, he would not falter in his position. Changing his face from stern to cheerful, only those who knew Kain most started to pace backward, recalling the sinister essence of his fights. His student would soon learn why his Side Cleave Stance was to be feared.​
 
{I do play a rather good Tifa, or so I'm told.}

Kanji Kain made no falter in his stance and made no altercation to it; he held his ground, waiting for her to collide with his much larger form. Her speed and agility were her more admirable and often impressionable traits and they were not ignored by Master Kain either. In fact, she inwardly beamed from the compliment that he tossed her way, despite the underlining mortal snipet. "Thank-you, Master Kain," she said with respect as she came forward on fast feet. She contemplated what her next move would be as she closed in on him, deciding just as she came within a foot of him.

Sachie skidded to a complete in front of him and as quickly as she'd come forward, she flipped her attractive, agile body into the air with a mighty push of her legs, planting a hand upon his broad shoulder to flip herself behind him. She landed with a thud behind him on her talented feet, before tucking her arms in to swing her leg at the side of his arm hoping to at least knock him off balance even if only for a fraction of a second.​
 
[ That's good to hear xD]

Her graceful movements were almost the equivalent of some lesser demons in his realm, sensing with training undergone by his own tutelage, this mortal could rise to the occasion. Sure there were supernatural cases of some augmentation performed onto humans, yet only one student who is now an elder possesses such enhancements from his brutal training regiment. With Sachie going aerial, Kain was not going to treat her like a child and ultimately fight her to whatever restrains he can without murdering the gorgeous student.

Shifting the motion of his hand, the demonic headmaster was prepared to counteract her acrobatic offense. The moment she planted her hand onto his shoulder like a boxer's functional jab, he shot out his left hand,bestowing a backfist from an angle. The precise counterattack was slamming towards her jaw, attempting to stagger her slightly.

Compared to mortals, it was like receiving a punch from a full powered uppercut with all weight shifted into the strike. Simply put, she left herself semi-vulnerable, thus ready to make her regret her decision in the attack. Side Cleaver Stance was ominous for an excellent defense and this student would quickly remember it. If she evaded it would shock him, but it seem almost impossible from the mechanics of her maneuver. Regardless it was a spar he was silently enjoying.​
 
{Am I doing okay?}

Sachie Nakamura had been expecting a manipulation of her move, just not that one in particular that he presented her with. He changed his stance, just a slight, to send him demonic fist into the slim woman's jaw. She was not an inadept fighter, she knew her way around a fight; she had but a single second to manipulate her move to avoid his monsterous blow of strength to her face. With a grunt, she twisted her wrist, almost in a painful angle, just enough to change her position to avoid the full strength behind his blow. His back fist connected, though much more lightly than he intended and she was staggered, falling back a bit before steadying herself and landing on her feet.

She turned to face him with a satisfied, sexy smirk; she was definitely enjoying herself. His blow had left a nice mark on her jaw and her lower lip had cracked a tad, a small bead of blood leaking from within. Her tongue darted out to lick the blood up quickly. The fight with Kain was beginning to excite her; it wasn't everyday that she came across someone that could stand against her. It didn't matter to her if he was mortal or not, the fact that he presented her with a challenge was more than enough to rile the tiger inside of her.

"Thank-you, Master Kain," she said again with that sexy smirk as she readied herself, lowering herself into a defensive stance. Her blonde hair hung around her shoulders, errant strands resting across her heaving bosom. Her long legs spread just a tad as she studied him for the upteenth time, contemplating what she should attempt to hit him with this time.​
 
[ Sorry took me a while. Sadly on a brain fart At the moment]

" Let see what else you know from your rigorous studies in martial arts Nakamura-chan."


He was beginning to understand the mechanics within her fighting tactics, yet this was a demonstration meant not only to for a rare treat for those aligned in his service for years, but for his own personal way to gauge her potential as a combatant. Though it was not known, those who impressed him enough received special tutelage from the Grandmaster himself. Sagacious on the thought of keeping it a secret, this was just a test in his opinion to judge which had the willpower and dedication to even challenge someone physically superior. The fact she issued a challenge was a good start on getting on his bright side. For now, he stood in his similar stance to await her next attempt in hindering his defensive wall that was Side Clever Stance.
 
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